"Shall we have a proper toast, then?" Amber asked, a bright, cheerful smile on her face as she raised her wine glass.
Delia nodded, a genuine smile lighting up her own face, and the delicate sound of glasses clinking filled the dining room.
They started eating again, the mood light and comfortable. The earlier banter had settled into a pleasant silence as they enjoyed the delicious food Eric had prepared.
A moment later, Eric reached over and, with a smooth, deliberate motion, pulled Delia's chair closer to his own. The chair leg scraped softly against the marble floor. The movement was so unexpected that everyone at the table paused, their forks hovering mid-air. Amber raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.
Aiden's eyes widened for a second before he quickly looked down at his plate. Even Delia looked at her husband with surprise written all over her face.
